Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Monks,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
UT,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.